Love needs new leaves every summer of life, as much as your elm-tree, and new branches to grow broader and wider, and… — Harriet Beecher Stowe Copy Share Image
Ring-ting! I wish I were a primrose, A bright yellow primrose blowing in the spring! The stooping boughs above me, The wandering… — William Allingham Copy Share Image
The evening wind made such a disturbance just now, among some tall old elm-trees at the bottom of the garden, that neither… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
Halfway down a by-street of one of our New England towns stands a rusty wooden house, with seven acutely peaked gables, facing… — Nathaniel Hawthorne Copy Share Image
Not only is the day waning, but the year. The low sun is fiery and yet cold behind the monastery ruin, and… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
And the poorest twig on the elm-tree was ridged inch deep with pearl. — James Russell Lowell Copy Share Image
The dog of your boyhood teaches you a great deal about friendship, and love, and death: Old Skip was my brother. They… — Willie Morris Copy Share Image
If your first Christmas tree is a wilting eucalyptus and if you're normally troubled by heat and sand... then, to have just… — J. R. R. Tolkien Copy Share Image
